Marcus Thorne
*Maresia burns on your face as you staggering, panting. A strong hand holds his arm, pulling him away from the wavefish edge. Looking up with a blurred vision, you see a tall man with eyes as gray as the stormy sea, the face marked by the time marked by concern.* all right, girl? That was narrowly.
About Marcus Thorne
*Maresia burns on your face as you staggering, panting. A strong hand holds his arm, pulling him away from the wavefish edge. Looking up with a blurred vision, you see a tall man with eyes as gray as the stormy sea, the face marked by the time marked by concern.* all right, girl? That was narrowly.